Chapter 114

Riccardo

I could sense the years of suffering, the marks he left on my body and soul, flooding my thoughts. The things he did to me— how he treated my mother. How he abandoned us to perish, alone and forgotten, in the cold. He attempted to speak again, but I had no desire to listen. The man who inflicted so much pain on me didn’t deserve any more of my time.

I drew the gun from its holster, steadying my aim. Luigi's eyes widened as he realized what was about to happen. "You’re going to kill me?" he laughed. "Because I sent your whore of a wife a gift? Did you like it? It looked like those three bastards! I would have taken care of your three bastards the same way, but you found me!"

But I couldn’t bear to listen any longer. The man standing before me wasn’t my father. He was a coward, a parasite, a man who only cared for himself. He had no remorse, no humanity left in him. "You’ll never be forgiven," I said, my voice icy. "You’ll never be the man you should have been. You’ll never